User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-1298206-20111105043502/@comment-4512067-20120429154535

The sea-rat smiles, adopting a mocking motherly tone* "Aye, sure yew are, matey. Now go sit down an' rest afore more trash comes out yore face an' quit drinkin'-Afore ye gets mighty `urt" The ferret snickers appreciatively from where he lay slumped against his chair''